Wednesday, August 19, 2015

When life is overly frenetic to the extent that I cannot find a quiet five minutes to write, please know that change is afoot and my situation is more than likely out of my hands.

So much time has passed that I am no longer taking residence in Brighthelmstone, but rather am enjoying the comfort of my own bed in the Shire for one night more... The Far East beckoned and tomorrow I shall begin my journey to the Orient. I cannot believe all my hopes and dreams have led me down this path, but it shall be my greatest accomplishment.

Although I travel alone, the Duke of Albany and I decided to go our separate ways, I am most fortunate to have a delightful companion waiting for me when I arrive. The Scottish Marquessa from months before has also made the plunge into an unknown territory. I've never been one to shy away from adventure, but I am most glad to know that I am not alone this time. There are even greater discrepancies between the East and West than there were between the Antipodes and my Shire. I fear the culture shock may be the most difficult undertaking for me.

But at any rate, I have committed myself to discovering new lands and learning ways of thinking. I'm so excited I can barely find the words.

It surprises me to think that I am not pining for Brighthelmstone. As wonderful as it was (and I have to admit it was, perhaps, my favourite summer) I am rather relieved it is over. I suppose that is only because of the intrigue that surrounds my impending future, but even so, I wonder if I have outgrown the Convent and all it has to offer and teach me.